The Second Unmarked Videotape

The Second Unmarked Videotape By: boysluvcraft

It was Saturday again, the night Yusuke was supposed to have his obligatory weekly date with Keiko. But she had called him early in the morning to tell him she couldn’t make it. It was pretty convenient, because a few hours latter Yusuke got a phone call from his old pal Kurama, asking if he was free for lunch sometime. He told Kurama he was free all day, so they made a date of it. They met at the station, went for a walk in the park, and finally had lunch at a little hole in the wall café that shared roof with a used bookstore.

They sat down together on a worn, but comfy couch and ordered sandwiches. The room was sort of dimly lit, but not in the way that feels dingy. The place was cozy and intimate. It place smelled of old paper and fresh coffee. Yusuke felt like he could just curl up and go to sleep here. Kurama always knew where to find cool places like this.

“Hey, what’s this place called again?” Yusuke didn’t remember seeing a sign on the way in.

“It’s called ‘The Niche,’” Kurama told him. “I think it used to be called something else. The owners are bother and sister. They inherited the café from their parents. They changed the name and added the bookshop to appeal to the collage crowd.”

“I take it you come here often,” Yusuke said.

“It’s a nice place,” Kurama took a sip of his coffee and licked his lips savoring the hazelnut flavor that lingered there.

Suddenly, Yusuke found himself thinking, Damn, Kurama’s got some nice lips, they’re so full and soft looking. Then he wondered, is it okay for me to be thinking stuff like that about Kurama? Well, it was a fact that Kurama’s lips were nice and full and soft looking. Yusuke couldn’t be held at fault just for noticing. Besides it’s not like I’m thinking about how they’d feel wrapped around my dick, or something…. BAD YUSUKE! Kurama is a friend. A FRIEND!

And so the day went, and-- in spite of his dirty mind-- Yusuke had a fun and pleasant time with Kurama. It was getting late, so Kurama was about to leave.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot,” Kurama stopped to dig around in his bag. He produced a plain unmarked video tape and set it on the table in front of Yusuke. He said with a saucy grin, “This is your next assignment.”

For a long time after Kurama had left, Yusuke just sat staring at the video tape. This was the second unmarked videotape Yusuke had received in the past two weeks. The first one was delivered by Hiei. It turned out to be a sexy and indecent proposal from Hiei.

Is this from Hiei, too? And if so, why did he have Kurama give it me? Yusuke wouldn’t put it past Hiei to send it through Kurama as a joke. But then, why did Kurama call it an assignment? And what was up with that smile? Does he know what’s on the tape?

Yusuke rushed home with the tape. He ran straight to his bedroom without even bothering to take off his shoes. He turned on his TV and started the tape. He expected to see Hiei on screen, but it was Kurama instead.

Video
Yusuke didn’t recognize the place, it was someplace outside. Kurama was laid out on a blanket of velvety purple flowers. He was completely naked, and he was touching himself! Yusuke’s entire body went numb-- well, almost his entire body. One part of him was alive and tingling. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

But oh man, Kurama looked so pretty. His body was all lean muscle that flexed and twitched under soft supple skin. His face was flushed, his hair was tousled, and his eyes were dark with passion. Even his dick was pretty, it was long, and pink, and glittering with precum. Those dark purple flowers made his shin looked so beautifully pale, and it contrasted nicely with his messy red hair. The fox probably grew those flowers for the sole purpose of complementing his own colors.

Kurama’s hand moved lazily up and down the length of his penis. He didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry with what he was doing. Every few passes, he paused to rub his thumb over the tip and spread the fluid over the taut skin. When he did a light sigh spilled from his wet, pink lips.

Yusuke was a little started when Kurama suddenly looked at the camera. Yusuke felt like he’d been caught doing something naughty. On screen Kurama was smiling. It was such a sweet smile, one that suggests undeniable innocence. The fox was quite the actor-- and oh-ho, was Yusuke about to get a show!

Kurama sat up, lifting his arms toward the sky. At once the flowers beneath him sprung up, the steams grew and climbed up his body like wire thin vines. As the vines crawled over his body, fuzzy little leaves tickled his skin. They twined around him binding his arms behind him. Two little purple buds nuzzled against his nipples. Kurama arched his back seeking more friction in that area. At once, the buds then opened, they were little toothless flytraps. Their flapping little mouths attached themselves onto his nipples. Kurama sighed in pleasure as those little mouths chewed at him.

Meanwhile bigger stronger coils dropped down from someplace above. They wrapped around his shoulders and hips, gently lifting him up in a swing. More of the purple flowers were growing into vines. Those vines wrapped themselves around his legs, but did not bind them together. Slowly the vines pulled back, spreading his legs. He struggled against them, but that was just for show. Eventually, the vines forced his legs open, providing the camera an unobstructed view of his open and glistening hole. He had prepared for this.

That was when a different sort of creeper presented itself, slithering along the ground. This one sported a small, yellow fruit which it positioned directly beneath the bound fox. The fruited bulb quickly swelled into an elongated gourd. By the time it stopped growing, it was over a foot long and as big around as a man’s wrist. Its bulbous tip was pressed right up against his eager hole. It would only take the slightest bit of pressure to force the fruit into his body. Gravity would do the trick as the vines holding Kurama slowly lowered him onto the phallic fruit. The fox’s body opened willingly, swallowing the thing inch by inch.

Kurama threw his head back, shouting, “Yes! Oh fucking yes!”

He had taken in a good half of the thing. His whole body was trembling with need. In response the vegetation lifted him up until only the tip of the gourd was still inside him, and they dropped him back down. The treatment looked a little rough but, no worries the fox wouldn’t be doing unless he had one hundred percent control over the situation. The plants were now bobbing him up and down on the phallic object. Kurama cried out the most deliciously indecent things each time the gourd disappeared up his ass.

Kurama was starting to get desperate; the tendrils holding his arms loosed allowing him a hand to stroke his straining cock. The shifting movement must have caused the gourd inside him to hit his prostate, because in the next second he was howling and wriggling in his self imposed restraints, trying to find that sensation again. He eventually shifted his weight so that spot was hit every time.

“AH! Faster! Deeper! “He ordered his plants.

The foliage rocked him violently up and down on the gourd. The vine, on which the gourd was growing, moved up with Kurama, lengthening the strokes inside of him.
Kurama’s climax came fast and hard. Thick white streamers of cum painted his chest and stomach.

Yusuke, who had been watching the video in awe, suddenly shook and moaned as a euphoric feeling passed through his entire body.

“Oh, damn it,” Yusuke cursed breathlessly. He just came in his pants. He hadn’t even touched himself. The tape was just that sexy.

In a moment he heard a knock at the window. There is only one person Yusuke knows who enters through windows. All the blood drained from his face. If Hiei saw him climax in his pants, he would never let Yusuke live it down. He turned to the window, ready to take the mocking of a lifetime, but no one was there, only an envelope taped to the outside glass. Yusuke retrieved envelope and ripped it open. Inside as a curious card shaped like a bunny rabbit, it read:

“You’re invited for tea tomorrow afternoon.”

The enveloped included a map and a set of directions.

The next day, Yusuke followed the directions on the invite. He was to take the train out of town, and then from there a bus to sparsely populated rural area. From there on, he had to walk down a long dirt road. When he saw a sigh that read “GAS 30 MILES” he was to leave the road and trek through the woods. After about thirdly yards he would come to a game trail. Following the trail he would be on the lookout for a stone wall on his right hand side. When he saw the wall he would abandon the trail and follow the wall, until he comes to a gap in the wall.

It was a well known fact that Yusuke Urameshi hated the outdoors. While traipsing through the woods he debated on what he should do when he found the fox that sent him on this nature walk; Fuck him or kill him. At long last, Yusuke came to the gap in the wall. There was no doubt the fox was nearby, because the gap was being obstructed by an elaborately woven gate of thorny vines. There was note posted on the gate.

Yusuke took it down, swearing under his breath, “If this says ’meet me at your place’ or something like that…” He wouldn’t put it past the fox.

The note read, “Welcome. Please observe the dress code.”

“Dress code?” Yusuke frowned.

In answer, a section of vine near bottom of the gate opened up and a large box slid out to rest at Yusuke’s feet. Yusuke looked into the box and blushed. Well, if he wanted move forward, he was going to have to play the fox’s game. He changed into the appropriate attire and the vines parted allowing him to pass.

Past the wall, he found a world fit for Lewis Carol. Dead leaves and underbrush were cleared away to make room for soft grass and pretty yellow flowers. Yusuke walked down a tidily cut path, under a willow tree and toward a derelict hunter’s slack that had been hastily dolled up will a coat of whitewash and a few flower beds. It was ringed by a picket fence that was only six inches high.

“Over here Yusuke,” Kurama’s soft alto voice startled Yusuke causing him to jump.

Kurama was sitting in a big cushy red Queen Anne style chair behind a long dinner table. He was delicately sipping tea from an equally delicate looking tea cup. Apparently, Kurama had dragged a heavy table, a chair and a tea set out to the middle of nowhere just to set the mood. Yusuke couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. Kurama’s dress was no less over the top. He was looking sharp in a violet three piece suit, red bowtie and green top hat; it was obviously a Mad Hater costume. He was smiling lecherously while he examined Yusuke in HIS costume.

Yusuke was dressed as Alice. He was wearing a pretty blue dress, with white petticoat, that fell just past his mid-thigh. The white knee high socks had little blue bows on them to match his dress and the one in his hair. Yusuke shuffled a little awkwardly under the fox’s gaze, feeling a little unconformable being dressed this way in front of his friend. His discomfort only increased when a chilled wind blew up into his skirt. Yusuke hadn’t bothered to put on underwear this morning and now he was feeling a little exposed.

“Aren’t you going to come have tea with me Yusuke?” Kurama poured a cup of tea for Yusuke. “Come sit down.”

Yusuke looked around the area. “There’s no chair,” he said.

In response Kurama grinned and patted his own lap. The look in his eye’s told Yusuke to do what he was told. There would be no negotiations. Yusuke timidly lowered himself onto the suggested spot. Kurama put on arm around the boy and handed him a cup of tea. Yusuke sipped at his tea, wondering where the fox’s game was going.

In a moment Yusuke felt the Kurama’s smooth, warm hand trailing its way up his thigh and under his skirts. Kurama’s face practically lit up with joy when he reached Yusuke’s panty line and found nothing obstructing his path. He rubbed Yusuke’s hips and thighs. He petted the boy’s course pubic hair and then dipped his hand down to cup and fondled his balls. Yusuke buried his face in the other’s red hair and moaned. Kurama was touching him everywhere but the place that wanted to be touched the most. Yusuke thrust his hips a little, hoping Kurama would get the idea.

“You want more, Yusuke?” Kurama husked into his ear.

“Oh, yes,” Yusuke panted.

Suddenly Kurama’s hand was gone. Yusuke opened his eyes to find Kurama was refilling the teacup that Yusuke remarkably hadn’t dropped.

“That’s not what I meant!” Yusuke was indignant.

“Oh?” In one swift motion Kurama lifted Yusuke and set him on the edge of the table. There was something dangerous in his eyes. His voice seemed lower, more animalistic, when he asked, “You don’t like my tea?”

Wide eyed, Yusuke made some unintelligible noise that made Kurama smile in his wicked way.

Kurama roughly took Yusuke by the shoulders, his figures jabbed into his flesh with bruising force. Kurama forwent any soft tender kisses, immediately forcing his tongue into Yusuke’s mouth to pillage the sweetness therein. Yusuke felt as if he were losing whatever control he may have had over the situation. Yusuke pushed his tongue back against Kurama’s, instinctually a fighting for dominance. Kurama let out a low growl of warning and tightened his grip on Yusuke’s shoulders to the point of pain. Yusuke yelped.

Kurama took things a step farther pushing Yusuke until his back was flat on the table. Then he inserted himself between Yusuke’s legs. Yusuke could feel Kurama’s clothed hard-on grinding against his own bear nether regions. That’s when Yusuke knew he’d lost control. He’d been dominated. He accepted it. More than that, he loved it!

Yusuke shifted his hips so Kurama could feel his excitement. Kurama continued to devour Yusuke’s mouth while his hands explored the boy’s body. Amongst the heat and the pursuable sensations, an odd concern popped into Yusuke’s mind.

Aren’t we gonna break his nice dishes messing around on the table like this?

Yusuke cracked one eye open, looking for the dishes in question. They were nowhere in sight, save for one last saucer that was being spirited away by a nimble vetch. The sight of the thing gave Yusuke a sinking feeling. Kurama released Yusuke’s mouth, seeing what had distracted the boy.

“Cute trick isn’t it,” Kurama purred, “Would you like to see another?”

Something cool, fuzzy, and rope-like, twined around his wrists. In a second his arms were roughly jerked over his head. Then ropes, identical to the ones on his wrists, sprang froth to capture his legs. His legs where already open and these plants would make sure they stayed that way.

Kurama whispered in Yusuke’s ear, “I heard my little video made you came without even having to be touched.”

“Damn it! Hiei WAS watching!” Yusuke cursed. “Wait, is he watching us right now?”

“Of course, Kurama chuckled. “What do you think this is all about?” He fingered the material of Yusuke’s dress.

“Uh…”

“Hiei likes costumes,” Kurama told him, “We’re wearing them for his entertainment. Myself, I like toys. And I have just the one to keep you from going off too soon.”

Kurama pulled up Yusuke’s skirts, exposing the boy’s rather excited lower half. Yusuke looked down to see what the fox was doing. The fox had produced a small green berry, which soon sprouted a plantlet. He held the thing near Yusuke’s nether regions. The plant put out hair fine roots that sought out and knotted into Yusuke’s pubic hair. The supple stock bent and wound itself around the base of his penis. Yusuke panicked when the plant tightened on his manhood. He started to struggle against his bounds. But then Kurama punished him with a sharp bite to the inner thigh.

When Yusuke settled down, Kurama said, “Now be a good boy Yusuke, and I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

“What if I’m NOT a good boy?” Yusuke asked.

Kurama didn’t answer him, he only gave Yusuke was a smile. It was the kind of smile that would make a man nervous, especially if said man happens to be tied up and helpless.

Kurama bent down and licked the angry red spot where he had bitten Yusuke.
The plant around Yusuke’s cock was starting to feel tighter-- or was it Yusuke getting bigger? A thin tendril sprouted off the main shoot. It crept down his length, caressing and tickling as it went. When it reached the head, its clever tip flicked over his slit, causing Yusuke to shudder.

Kurama smiled and called up more of his toys; little purple flowers with hungry little mouths. They snaked their way into Yusuke’s clothes and went to work on his nipples. They’d gently chew at sensitive flesh, and then they would grab and tug at the nubs as if they were trying to rip them off his body. If there was some rhythm to it, it wasn’t obvious, but it was madding. Yusuke wiggled and moaned under the assault.

“You remember these little beauties from my video, don’t you?” Kurama teased him. “Aren’t they fun? I’m sure you also remember some of the other toys I used.” In case Yusuke didn’t remember, Kurama reminded him by running a slick finger in a quick little circle around his asshole.

Yusuke whimpered. He had mixed expression of heat and horror. He didn’t mind being penetrated, but only done once before. Yusuke remembered the experience fondly, he would like to do it again, and he would like to do it with Kurama. But that plant….

Kurama recognized the worry on Yusuke’s face, “I was just teasing. I wouldn’t dream of using a thing like that on a novice uke like you. You’ll need a lot more practice first.” He didn’t give Yusuke time to process those words; it would spoil the fun.

Kurama abruptly pressed his finger inside. Yusuke gasped and his legs tried to snap shut, out of reflex. The vines on his knees held him open. Yusuke squeezed his eye’s shut, to keep the tears from seeping out. Kurama was there at once, kissing his flushed cheeks.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much for you,” he whispered into Yusuke’s ear, I’ll stop right away.

“I know,” Yusuke sighed, “I was surprised that’s all. I know you’d never hurt me.”

“Yusuke… I… I lo--” Yusuke captured the red head’s lip’s effectively silencing him.

“You’re breaking character, Kurama.”

“Of course.” Kurama kissed Yusuke once more on lips, and then with a fox’s grin, he resumed the dirty old man routine. “You like this don’t you; a little bit of sugar for your tea? Hmm, be a good little boy, and maybe I‘ll give you some cream.”

Kurama worked his finger in Yusuke’s ass. He added a second and then third in quick succession. The vine on Yusuke’s cock was active again, mercilessly teasing his slit, and driving him mad, but also distracting him from any slight pain he may have felt while Kurama prepared him.

“Do you want some more?” Kurama asked. This time, he was definitely not talking about tea.

“Oh….” Yusuke was beyond using worlds.

Kurama took that as a yes. He swiftly unfastened his trousers, letting them drop to the ground. He took a firm hold on Yusuke’s hips, and lined himself up. Yusuke shivered in anticipation as the hot tip of Kurama’s penis grazed against his anus. Kurama pressed his hips forward. The hot thick rod slowly slid into Yusuke’s passage, stretching and filling him. Yusuke thought he would melt form the heat. Kurama rested deep inside, he didn’t move until Yusuke let out an impatient whine. He obliged the boy, setting himself to a series of shallow thrusts. Yusuke’s temperature soared higher with each thrust.

“Oooh, Kurama…” Yusuke moaned.

“Yusuke…” Kurama answered, increasing his pace, moving faster, pounding harder, and taking Yusuke deeper. The heat inside Yusuke spread to every inch of his body.

Meanwhile that little tendril teasing Yusuke slit, dipped down and wriggling its way inside. Yusuke gasped. He could feel the filament squirming and tickling as it pushed down his urethra. It stopped once it was about three inches in him, but then it started getting thicker, its girth reached about a centimeter in diameter. It had never occurred to Yusuke that a cock could be penetrated. He never imaged his cock could feel so full. Then, the thing started moving in and out of him, creating sweet friction in a place Yusuke had never had friction before. Could it get any better? Yes! Kurama took a hold of Yusuke’s cock and started to pump it in time with his thrusts.

“Kurama…. Kurama… OH FUCK ME KU-RA-MA!” Yusuke bayed.

Yusuke was being stroked inside and out. Kurama was fucking his ass, and a plant was fucking his dick. He felt so full-- and so wonderfully fucked-- he couldn’t stand it! He needed to come! But this friggen plant on cock wouldn‘t let him!

Yusuke’s erection was turning a dark painful purple, Kurama knew it was time to end this. He speed hand along Yusuke’s shaft while ordering the vine withdraw from the passage. He allowed the shock around the base of the boy’s penis to relax. Finally, Kurama thrust himself deep into Yusuke and he held on tight; because he knew this was going to be immense.

Yusuke screamed as his orgasm hit him with the force of a tidal wave, crushing everything else with its euphoric pleasure. Kurama hissed. Yusuke’s convulsing walls griped his sex with a nearly painful, but oh-so wonderful strength. With one last powerful constriction, Kurama felt Yusuke’s hot cum shoot onto his stomach. His own essence gushed into Yusuke.

The vines that once held Yusuke slacked and fell away, so he could use his arms again. And he did, he wrapped them around the prone and panting fox, whose softening length was still inside of Yusuke. For a while Yusuke just enjoyed the moment, the post orgasmic bliss, and the contentment of being able to hold his lover so completely. Soon this dream would end and they would have to leave this garden for the real world.

The next Saturday Yusuke went out with Keiko. It was only an afternoon date, so it was over before it even got dark out. When he got home, there was a surprise waiting on his doorstep; Hiei and Kurama.

“Hey, there! What brings you guys here?” Yusuke tried to sound casual.

Hiei held up an unmarked videotape.

“Is that my ‘next assignment?’?” Yusuke could already feel his pants getting tighter.

“No,” Kurama informed him, “that is a blank tape.”

Yusuke looked at the two, complete puzzlement written on his features. Hiei handed him the blank tape and bag, which contained a camcorder, batteries and... other things.

“This is your ‘next assignment.’”

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END

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read “The Unmarked Videotape”. I hope you all liked this this story and it lived up to the first one. I think I smell a trilogy in the offing-- oh who am I kidding, I’m gonna ride this pony until it dies! Review, please. And if anyone has any ideas for the 3rd don’t be shy.